C.’s Stockholm syndrome—a coping mechanism for having settled for a steady, dull job in a too-small town with deficient natural lighting.
The singles scene in New York City is a little crazy, maybe even certifiably so.
“This is a city with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, but only in the best ways,” says Rachel Harrison, a Brooklyn-based public relations exec.
I told her that readers would be grateful for any further details she might provide, which reminded Nidia that I had readers, and therefore an illegitimate reason for visiting Events and Adventures. “Based on what you’ve told me, I won’t be able to offer you admission to the club,” she said.
“Your goals aren’t a good match for our members.” And just like that, my date with Events and Adventures was over.
Los Angeles residents are not like the rest of us, they said. A.: It looked like skeletal Asian models pair-bonding with balding producers over low-calorie cocktails.
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